Naughty Loli in Doll

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Xia Ye thought this policeman was born and bred.

"Aisha and I used to be from the Kiriyu Kingdom." Futaba took off her hat and shook her dog ears twice, then said:

"We have known each other since we were young, and we have been encouraging and competing with each other until we became team leaders."

"At that time, Aisha was selected as one of the policemen who maintained law and order at the noble banquet because of her excellent work... As you all know, the Adolf who was chasing before had many companions and killed everyone at the banquet. It fell, and among the police, only Aisha stood up and tried to stop it, but in the end, she was the only one alive, and later she came to the Rainbow Wing Kingdom to find a job, so I followed."

It's just that Aisha continued to work as a policeman, while she was looking for work everywhere. Last year, she went to work as an intern reporter. As a result, the photographer's camera broke down for no reason, and she was blamed for it, causing her to owe a lot of money.

There was really no other way, so she came to join her good friend.

Xia Ye nodded. She didn't understand this kind of thing very well, but it was no wonder that Aisha hadn't been promoted for nearly five hundred years. After all, who would give an important position to a foreigner all at once, but was directly promoted from the captain to the The chief is fine.

While thinking, Mir's head suddenly tilted to Xia Ye's side, and directly rested on her shoulder.

Seeing Mir's sleeping peacefully and his beautiful side face, even Xia Ye's expression couldn't help but change, and he stretched out his hand to Mir's face...

Then quickly wake up.

Seeing Mier wake up rubbing his eyes with a puzzled expression, Xia Ye couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

What a frightening person!It would be fun to let this guy sleep and tear down the hospital.

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In a bar in the city of Ur, a gentleman took a sip of the wine in his hand.

"The wine with the taste of boiled water is really good." This is how he commented on the glass of wine.

Next to him was a bald-headed man who was even bigger than Ula, with tattoos on his face reaching to his shoulders, and a mace on his back.

That's not the point, the point is that he only has a thong all over his body.

The bald man looked at the gentleman's pile of wine glasses expressionlessly: "Don't tell me that I will pay for these in the end, Kathy."

The gentleman he called Kathy smiled: "The old rule is, whoever has the most money will pay."

Isn't that just asking him to pay? !

In fact, Barton had a bad time during this period. Last year, those bastards of Yuemu started chasing him out of nowhere, saying that he touched their people in the ruins, crazy!He wished to stay away from those lunatics, and what remains?He hadn't even heard of it.

A black cat approached the gentleman, but the gentleman didn't stroke it, but said to it with a smile, "I blew myself up just to hurt a few little policemen?"

The black cat scratched his beard, and said in an uncle voice, "It doesn't matter, I just teased the original junior, stones can be recycled at any time."

"Young man..." The gentleman touched his cane, as if thinking of something.

"Aren't you afraid of Ciris in this city and those troublesome teachers? It's easy to be found here, right? I don't want to be the second Melosdeo." The bald man took money out of his thong to prepare Talk about payment.

"Heh, Qiris... She went to complete some impractical ceremony, and those teachers also went to help her, so they didn't have time to pay attention to our side."

"That is, we can do whatever we want?" The black cat's eyes lit up.

"I guess..." Just as he was speaking, the gentleman's eyes started to light up when he saw someone.

Angela appeared in front of several people.

"Oh! My lovely Angela, what makes you so sad?" The gentleman walked over and put his arms around Angela's waist.

Angela shyly turned her head away from looking at the gentleman's face: "It's...a beautiful, labor-intensive beauty. With her, I will definitely become a truly perfect one, Mr. Magician..."

The gentleman let go of Angela's hand: "Understood."

He touched his cane: "Serving a beautiful lady is what a real gentleman should do, so I decided... let him help you."

He pinched the back of the black cat's neck.

"What?" The black cat was stunned. "You figure it out! My hunting range is only about ten to 16 years old."

"Go make a big fuss, and take back the stone by the way." The gentleman said to the black cat in an orderly tone.

"Why don't you go by yourself? It wouldn't be such a trouble if you went by yourself." Barton asked suspiciously.

"Hehe." The gentleman sneered, then turned to look at the black cat: "Whoever loses the stone will go, I think...you didn't do anything betrayal, did you?"

He stretched out his hand and scratched Adolf's chin, but it made Adolf's hair stand on end.

Did this guy know that he was the mastermind who sent the black stone here?

"Don't worry, I didn't intend to do such a thankless thing." Adolf said pretending to be relaxed, and then jumped on Angela's shoulder, "Come on, ma'am, I will serve you like that gentleman .”

End of this chapter

At noon in the scorching sun, most of the seats on the noisy street were occupied by peddlers, but they still left some space in the middle, just enough for a carriage to move forward.

No one seems to be coming to manage these people, but there is still peace here, at least on the surface.The children were chasing and playing in outdated clothes, which looked retro.

The decoration of the house is similar to the middle ages of the present, and simple carvings have become the decoration here.

There are no electrical appliances, and no magic props. It's not that they are so backward that they haven't been invented, but because these things are so rare that they are not for civilian use.

There are many simple large-scale equipment, most of which are operated with gear oil and the like, with a steampunk style of painting, and there are many such items for civilians.

The currency is not banknotes, but things like gold, silver and copper coins. The things printed on them don't know what the meaning is, but they look very modern Western style.

Language and writing are also very different, without a mysterious atmosphere, it should not constitute magic, but using translation magic to communicate is not a problem, and these ordinary people can't hear anything wrong.

Without seeing any capable person, it seems that it is really just an ordinary world, but...

"Um……"

Sitting in a teahouse with her face covered, Irene wrote on yellow paper with a pen made of feathers. There are many women on the street who cover their faces like her, so this is not too abrupt.

She has been in this world for almost a week, and she doesn't know how long it has been in her own world. Although her own world is synchronized with the time of this world, this world is not certain.

During this week, Irene had a brief understanding of the culture here. The ceremony did not say how much to understand, so learn as much as possible. This should be a ceremony where the more you understand, the easier it will be when you are promoted .

Irene felt the thin magic essence in the air, and sighed.

The magic essence in this world is thinner than in this world, which has little effect on her magic power recovery, but it also means that it is more difficult for capable users in this world to be born and stronger than in this world.

I was worried that there would be a world where A-levels were as numerous as dogs and angels walked all over the place, but this was really too much worry. The promotion conditions for angels are not so easy, and ordinary people really dare not do it after thousands of years of preparation.

Irene picked up a rattle made of tin at hand, which she bought with "borrowed" currency. It seems that ordinary children play with such toys, and she has bought such things from the real world before. Mir played, but Mir didn't catch a cold at all, and instead scratched her with his paw.

Irene has explored this city all over the place this week. She has also visited other places, but the general culture is similar to this place. The reason why she stays here is because there is something she cares about...

Irene closed the notebook with rough paper, walked out of the refreshment point and looked towards the end of the street.

(Refreshment boss: It’s time to go, this woman is really a snake, she is dressed so well and still sits here for a long time without ordering tea)

The end of the street is not visible at a glance, but when you look up slightly, you can see a magnificent building. Just looking at the steps makes one's legs weak. This is the "sacred place" of the city.

Irene once flew high into the sky and looked inside, and there was something in it that was very inconsistent with the word "Holy Land".

"..."

Write down some more and prepare for the ceremony, and she will be a little worried about the city of Ur if she is dragged further...

The main reason is that Mir will make trouble.

"Excuse me, miss." A mature-sounding female voice sounded from behind Irene, making Irene's scales almost explode.

She didn't feel that there was someone behind her.

Turning her head with a calm complexion, she was a woman wearing a veil. Even with a veil, it can be roughly seen that her age is about the same as that of Medavley (on the surface), and she looks like a woman who is as tall as herself. ... At least Nako is not as good as her own. Her hair is black, and her skin is very fair and tender. Compared with people in this world, she is too fair and tender. Just like herself, she is full of peacekeeping.

From the corner of my eye, I could see that the people around me all showed expressions of awe after this woman appeared, no matter they were adults or children, and they didn't dare to approach here at will.

"I'm sorry...Miss looks like an aristocrat, and her skin is well maintained, but I know all the aristocrats in this place." The woman began to look at Irene.

Although the eyes are very impolite, but the attitude is quite polite.

However, Irene still can't feel its existence, maybe it's because the other party has something special, or maybe it's because of... a mysterious powerful user?

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In a small restaurant on Rock Street in Ur City, Owen sat on a chair trying to get in touch with the boss.

He still knows how to pick up girls, just brag and brag about yourself to death.

"Few people in this world know that I actually invented the light bulb." Owen said seriously to the beautiful wife in front of him.

The beautiful wife squinted at him, apparently in disbelief, holding a frying pan in one hand, as if she would use it to paste Owen's face at any time.

"Okay, that's amazing." Tasha seemed to believe it.

"By the way, I also invented the frying pan." Owen pointed to the frying pan held by the beautiful wife. "But the purpose of my invention was not to cook, but to block bullets."

"Is that so?" Tasha began to revise her homework.

Then her head was hit hard by her mother.

"Don't believe such weird things!"

Then pointed at Owen with a frying pan: "And you, you have already hindered my business."

"It's okay, I don't mind, you have no business to do anyway." Owen said with a smile.

"roll."

Owen stood up: "Don't be like this, the reason I pester you is just to ask you out to go out to eat, drink, watch movies, rob banks and so on."

Seems like a bunch of weird stuff mixed in.

The beautiful wife gave Owen a surprised look, as if she didn't expect that the other party had such a purpose.

He touched his daughter's little head: "I have a daughter."

"It's okay, I will be responsible for educating her, she will definitely become a qualified criminal when she grows up." Owen said solemnly.

"..."

Then Owen was kicked out.

Owen, who was flustered in the wind, suddenly saw an acquaintance, and then walked over with a smile that cracked from the corner of his mouth to the ear.

Song Qingzhen, who had a good life because of the relief from the "Traveler Relief Association" formed by time travelers in Ur City, also saw the sickest member of the Traveler Relief Association in front of him.

Then he decisively pretended not to see it, since they were not familiar with each other anyway.

But Owen still walked up to him and put his arms around his neck: "Oh, isn't this Brother Song?"